6
A moan left Stella, and she let her head fall back and closed her eyes. Cadeon was licking and sucking at her skin and occasionally dragged his teeth along the sensitive raised lines of her collarbones. Never had she had a guy pay attention to that particular area on her body, and she certainly hadn’t thought it would be an erogenous zone. It was though, and Cadeon was paying so much attention to it, that she felt a continuous flow of moisture leaving her.
He said she needed to tell him to stop if she didn’t want this going further, but even if Stella had wanted to, or felt any kind of reservations because of it, she couldn’t have formed any kind of coherent words. But she didn’t want any of this to stop and for the last three years had pictured this exact encounter in her mind.
He cupped both her breasts, kneaded the flesh in his huge hands, and then swept his thumbs across her hard nipples. She knew those tips were rock-hard, and she knew that if he broke away from her and looked at her chest, he’d be able to see her nipples stabbing through the material of her shirt.
There was the light throb of discomfort and a burning sensation from her new tattoo, but honestly, she had so many endorphins, adrenaline, and desire rushing through every part of her that all she could think about was having Cadeon.
She moved her hands to his face and cupped each side of his head. Gently pulling him back, she knew he had allowed her to pull him away from her. His eyes were half-lidded, and she knew the arousal that was on his face was a clear reflection of her own. His lips were red and a little glossy from sucking on her flesh.
“You want this, Stella? You want me to fuck you?” He leaned in so that his lips were only a hairsbreadth away from hers. His breath smelled minty, and she had to stop herself from moaning once more. “Do you want me to do all the filthy fucking things I’ve envisioned since I saw you all those years ago?”
Oh. God.
“If I didn’t, we wouldn’t have gotten to this point.” Her words were soft and breathy, and she watched as he closed his eyes and groaned in response. He was so powerfully masculine, towering over her and blocking out everything behind him. Even though they were out in the middle of the shop with an open floorplan, and the fact that the windows were blacked out, there was still this exhilarated sensation that ran through her.
No one could see them, but there was still this freeing sensation that filled her at knowing they were out in the open… kind of.
“Your tattoo.”
She knew he was saying it because he worried about hurting her, and she should have been worried too, but all she could feel was the beating of her heart, the dizziness of her arousal pumping through her head, and the wetness that was unbearable between her legs.
“I’m fine.”
Cadeon gripped her under the arms and lifted her onto the table. He stepped closer, using his body to spread her legs wide, and cupped the nape of her neck. He kissed her, long and deep, and she was about to push him away and complain that she was done with the foreplay.
She wanted more action, wanted to feel the hardness of his body against the softness of hers, and didn’t want to stop until they were both sated, out of breath, and she was sore between her thighs.
She certainly wasn’t a virgin, but it also wasn’t like she was overly experienced, probably not compared to Cadeon. being this close to Cadeon and sensing the dominance that poured from him like a second entity made her feel so inexperienced and submissive. He could do whatever he wanted to her, could touch her, dominate her, and control her until she couldn’t stand, let alone think straight.
Cadeon took a step back and gripped the bottom of his T-shirt. In one move, he had the material up and over his head and tossed to the ground. Stella took several seconds just to look at his chest. She knew he had a lot of tattoos, had seen the full sleeves that covered both his arms too many times to count.
They were vivid in color, and she knew they were not randomly placed but were an artistic abstract masterpiece that told a story. But the tattoos didn’t stop at his arms. They moved along his shoulders and down his chest. Every inch of his pectoral muscles and upper chest were covered in the same colorful ink, and she had to hold onto the edge of the table so she didn’t reach out and start touching him.
He undid his belt but didn’t pull it away. Once he had the button free, he moved his hands to his sides and lowered his head. He still watched her, but the way his head was tilted and the look he gave her had a shiver working through her. Cadeon looked like this predator getting ready to pounce on his prey, and she was that prey.
“Get the rest of that shirt off.” Those words were said on a demand, and she didn’t even think twice about it.
Stella slipped off the table and removed the shirt. There was a slight tugging at the site of where her tattoo was, but she was so high on her lust for Cadeon that all she cared about was finally being with him. She was thick, had curves that probably had other girls feeling self-conscious, but Stella had never really
